A/N: This is the consequences of insomnia and the AFI album Crash Love, introduced to me by my love internet twinsie, Cass. This is a divergent universe fic- a what if continuing after Recovery One. What is South had not shot wash in the back, and both had escaped the Meta?
Anyways, enjoy and reviews are love.
The city itself was dusted in the coal and sorrow, its inhabitants bent over from the chaos of a post war world, hope long gone on the wind, unlikely to ever come back.
Two figures moved slowly in the growing darkness, the last lights of dusk illuminating them as they ducked behind a building corner.
Grey and violet.
Whispers that could only be heard if one listened carefully.
"Fuck it, Wash, stop pulling me!"
"Do you want to get lost, then? Not much of a problem for me…"
The grey one strode away, head held high, and the violet one hung its head, sighing heavily before catching up.
"Fucking douche…" The violet muttered.
"That's what I thought." The grey one again, smug and overconfident.
"Just shut up and lead the way."
Darkness covered the city in its smothering fog; the sky too dense with pollution to show even the slightest twinkling of a star, even the smallest sign of life crushed under a heavy hand.
With a single streetlamp sputtered its dying breaths the pair approached an abandoned brick building, ornate with a gothic cupola; deadly yet beautiful, bearing its fair share of battle wounds.
The grey one knocked three times in rapid succession, leaning in and whispering a word so softly it was lost to the howling wind.
The door opened and both slipped in, a pair of beautiful thieves on their way to the downfall of themselves and the only world they had ever known.
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In the first few rays of dawn, the pink in the sky tainted red with bleeding hearts, the Meta moved ever so closer.
He knew where they were.
And he knew exactly what to do to stop them.